words a day #6

Winter grey clouds swim
backstrokes through the sky’s ether
before dissolving
into rain, into puddles
that form bright new swimming pools.


 
*This poetic form–the tanka–is completely new to me. And I really like it. So there is a good chance you will see it again.

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